Caitlin And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 4) by Rosie Harper

am so sorry, I tried to say it then but you had already left the room and I was just so tired, my throat so sore.” He looked at her incredulously, and the first of the tears beagn to wind its way downwards.
    “You love me,” he said happily.
    “I love you,” she agreed. “I always did. From the moment you stood up, but especially when I saw your beautiful, ink-stained fingers. There was something so soft, yet so very strong about your hands.” Albert laughed aloud, and ignoring the dung that was staining her clothes he picked her up and whirled her around. Holding her tightly he slowed, and kissed her deeply. She wound her arms around his neck, finally able to curl her fingers into his hair keeping him close to her. He put her down
    “I definitely think we need to get you that bath Caitlin,” he said with a teasing tone in his butterscotch voice.
    “I’m well enough to do it myself now, but I would be glad to have some help,” she said brazenly. “After all, there is little of me you haven’t already seen, and I am rather hoping that you intend to marry me as soon as possible?” She laughed at his stunned expression.
    “I should have expected that,” he said wryly. “I love you Caitlin Macgregor, and I have the strangest feeling that nothing in my life will ever be the same again.”
    “I certainly hope not. How dull would that be?” Caitlin asked as she led him into the house, and put on a kettle of water. She pulled out a large tin bath, that he suspected just might be big enough for them both, and moved towards him, her hips swaying sensuously.
    He took her in his arms, and kissed her neck, nibbling little kisses from her collarbone up to her ears. She delighted in the sound of his breathing as it grew faster, and louder. She ran her hands up his torso, revelling in the taut, flat belly and the tightly muscled chest. She began to fumble at his buttons, and he at hers. The kettle started to rock as the water inside began to boil. Reluctantly she moved from his embrace, and poured it into the bath, quickly adding another. She turned to find he had already begun to remove his clothes. He was bare-chested, gentle hair curling against his skin, and leading in a perfect line to where he was unfastening his breeches.
    Caitlin sighed, and began to hurriedly undress herself. She threw her pants, and the soiled shirt out of the door onto the porch, quickly removing her undergarments until they both stood in front of one another, with nothing between them. “You are beautiful,” Caitlin said to him as she drank in his lithe body. She knew from experience how strong he was, and she longed to be held tightly in his arms again. She moved towards him, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Their lips parted, their tongues meeting, tasting, teasing. He ran his hands down her back, and on down to cup her buttocks he lifted her up, and pulled her tight against him.
    She could feel his manhood, strong and proud against her belly. She gasped as he kissed he neck, a suckling bite that almost took her breath away. She pushed him away and made him settle her back on her feet. She filled the bath with the second kettle, and then topped up the bath with some cool water. She passed him the soap, and a wash cloth and grinned. “What a way to start a relationship?” he said in wonder. She got in the tub, and encouraged him to follow her.
    He took the cloth and wet it thoroughly. He ran it over her body, from top to toe, covering every inch with kisses. He took the soap and lathered it against her skin, she shivered with pleasure. Slowly and thoroughly he rinsed her off, and bent to suckle at her perfect raspberry pink nipples. “Oh Albert,” she cried with pure abandon.
    “My darling girl, we really should wait until we are married,” Albert said, but Caitlin could see in his eyes he was only giving her the chance to say no should she wish to. He no longer cared one whit what anyone thought of him. He loved her, intended